Twins, Wife, Father-1

She felt Jim's thick erection stretching her sensuously, plunging deep as she bent over the edge of the bed, his groin smacking into her buttocks loudly. She gripped the raised pattern bedcovers, her compact buttocks shaking with each powerful, satisfying thrust. Sharp jolts of pleasure assaulted her; her clit pulsing, sending waves of arousal to her nipples as they scraped back-and-forth on the coarse cotton bedspread, her small breasts feeling heavy and engorged. An ache spread deep inside her lower body, pressure building, nirvana approaching.

"Deeper, Honey," she urged in a heated whisper, clenching her pussy.

Soon, she thought, her heart racing. God but she loved being well and truly fucked by Jim. He was the perfect lover, cuddling, nuzzling, touching and kissing, gently arousing her. He knew just how much suction she liked on her nipples, soft at first, slowly harder as they puckered up in excitement, and then nipped until the first twinge of erotic pain was felt. He understood when she needed to be loved gently and when she needed to fuck. Tonight she needed this, pure sex, hard fucking, too horny by far to take time to make love.

She grunted as Jim held her slender hips, fucking her deeper, yes, like that Jim. She knew he was close when his hands started pulling her ass back against him, his groin thumping into her rear, his beautifully thick cock teasing her cervix with each deep penetration. Her heart beat faster, breath panting. Close, so close to ecstasy.

Resting the side of her face on the bedspread she reached under her taking her small, aching breasts into the palm of her hands, her body jerking up on the bed with each solid slam of Jim's groin, his erection stretching her pussy, scraping across her inflamed clit and flooding her body with pangs of arousal. Good, Honey. Really close now.

She tweaked her nipples, sighing with pleasure, hands cupping her breasts, squeezing, twinges of pain, beautiful ache, her nipples sore. Timing was everything. Nirvana was approaching.

She heard him.

"Oh God," Jim gasped, shoving hard, his crown thumping hard into her cervix. "Gonna cum, Sara," he warned, stroking harder, relentlessly, desperately, fucking her, fucking her. "Yes. Yes. Oh God. . . Cumming."

She pinched and tugged her nipples. Wait for it, wait for it. Her body was shoved up the bedcovers. She felt Jim's thick erection lodge deep, felt it swell, yes baby, now, cum in me now.

Jim groaned loudly, held her hips hard, buried deep. Then she felt it, that moment that triggered her climax, that most beautiful moment she loved so much. She felt Jim cum, his erection swell, hot semen spurting deep inside her, a deluge of glorious thick sperm. She felt him draw back and shove into her pussy hard, swelling and exploding deep inside her, filling her, hot, burning hot, pressing against her cervix. He groaned as if in agony, shoved and another massive load of cum flooded into her. Her orgasm hit, blinding lights exploding in her brain, pussy clenching as Jim filled her with another massive spurt of semen.

"Ahhh, cumming, Baby," she groaned, pleasure erupting, buttocks clenching, her legs trembling.

Her body jerked spasmodically, gut-wrenching pleasure punishing her. Jim slammed his erection into her, firing hot semen endlessly, ecstasy crashing through her. He came wildly, spurting more than she'd ever experienced from any other man, filling her womb, hot cum flowing back to drip from her convulsing pussy.

As her orgasm crested, a threatening blackness forming at the edges of her mind, she felt Jim pull his erection out of her, empty, empty. Semen splashed hot on her ass crack as she undulated her buttocks, scrubbing her clit on the bed, Jims cock sliding between her buttocks. She trembled, cumming hard, nipples aching. A final wave of orgasmic bliss held her body rigid and then she collapsed, all muscles turning to water, dizzy, pleasure and satisfaction flowing through her. Jim collapsed gently over her, smearing his hot semen. More of his wonderful cum dripped from her pussy, running in a thick rivulet down the inside of her thigh.

For a few minutes neither stirred. Neither could. Finally, Jim's weight became too much. She twisted a shoulder and Jim rolled off her back with a groan.

Holding her cum-soaked crotch, she reluctantly went to the en suite bathroom to clean up the mess, once again marveling at the pure volume of semen Jim ejaculated. It reminded her of a porn movie they'd watched together early in their marriage, except Jim was more impressive. When he didn't cum for a few days, like tonight, he'd absolutely flood her pussy and she loved it. It triggered her climax every time.

She inspected her naked body in the mirror as she wiped his semen from between her ass cheeks. Despite giving birth, her breasts were still perky, probably because she was so petite upstairs. She'd always wished for bigger breasts until meeting Jim. Now she liked what she had. She liked her large nipples, too. Turning to check she'd cleaned off all Jim's cum, she inspected her ass. It seemed a bit large to her despite the daily runs. Still, that didn't matter. Jim said he loved her ass and proved it daily by groping it. She smiled. She felt lucky. She was very happy with life.

Slipping into bed, she cuddled to her husband's side. He automatically wrapped an arm around her pulling her close. In a familiar move, she hooked her knee over his leg, turning into him, inhaling the musky aroma of her husband and sex; an intensely satisfying scent.

"Night, Sweetheart," she said quietly.

He hugged her in response.

As sleep crept up over her, she replayed glancing into the mirror just as Jim's orgasm began. Two pairs of eyes had peeked through the bedroom door that stood slightly ajar. Smiling, she decided she'd need to talk to the twins about privacy. A memory flooded back at her. She remembered spying on Mom and Dad at their age, the wonder, fascination, and guilty pleasure she'd felt at seeing something she wasn't supposed to.

Yes. She'd need to have a chat with them.

I hugged Sara to me with a quiet sigh of pleasure. Could I be any luckier? I was exhausted, sexually drained in a post-orgasmic state of lethargy. Every muscle in my body was happy. Sleep slinked towards me like a seductive sylph, tempting me with the promise of sweet dreams. Friday, great sex with Sara, a huge climax, and a weekend of leisurely nothingness ahead. Damn. Perfect. My own private piece of heaven.

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The shaking bed might have woken me. Then again, it might have been the sounds of my daughters yelling. Actually, it was both.

"Daddy! Wake up! Mom said it's time for you to get up, Sleepyhead."

Squinting one eye open, I was greeted by Traci's bright grin and messy curly blond hair. My shoulder was shaken with youthful enthusiasm. Turning my head I was greeted by Kats, Katherine, identical blonde locks and an impish grin.

Two pairs of eyes stared at me in excited expectation, Kats remarkable emerald green eyes she'd inherited from her mother, Traci with intense blue eyes inherited from me. My heart sang. Thank goodness for their eyes, I thought, otherwise I'd never be able to tell them apart.

I growled, closed my eyes and rolled over. "Go away or I'll tickle," I threatened.

Squeals of laughter ensued. The physical assault on me resumed, reflecting the persuasive power and authority of a father's threats. Fine. Play with fire, my little girls, you'll pay the price!

Without opening my eyes, I suddenly reached out and gathered my teenage daughter’s two in my arms. Their giggles turned to laughter, then screams of delight as I tickled relentlessly, two small bodies writhing about on the bed trying to escape.

"Daddy!" was gasped between laughter several times, "Stop!"

I had no intention of stopping. I was having far too much fun, my daughters' laughter filling my soul and replenishing my spirit.

"Jim! Get up. Breakfast is almost ready. And leave the girls alone."

Sara's voice was amazingly clear coming from downstairs, probably from the kitchen. "Okay girls," I said, "Daddy's got to shower."

I gave each of my little darlings a small loving kiss on their soft cheeks, a tight hug and a light smack on pajama-clad little bums to encourage their departure, both laughing in delight as they ran from the room. I didn't notice them turn and stare at my nakedness as I strolled into the bathroom, scratching my crotch. As usual, I developed an erection in the shower, brought on when I remembered sex with Sara last night. Damn but I loved sex with my wife. I'd never met anyone so sexually adventurous or one that seemed to have a sex drive that matched mine so perfectly. Pair that with her intense beauty and sparkling personality and it was no wonder I was a very happily married man.

Shaving, I grinned at my mug in the mirror. Sara had me wrapped around her little finger, mercilessly manipulating me, and I loved it. She was as smart as a whip, probably ten times more intelligent than I was, successful in her own right, and she loved me. I felt privileged. I was fiercely in love with her even after so many years.

Entering the kitchen, Sara at the sink washing a pot, I admired her thick ash-blond ponytail held by a black scrunchie at the base of her neck, her slender waist, the gentle seductive flare of her hips, and how her light-grey cotton sweats draped over a succulent rear end, forming to her pear-shaped buttocks. Sexy, I thought, a twinge waking up my penis. I couldn't detect a bra strap under the soft grey cotton t-shirt. Was she wearing one? Slipping up behind her, I slid my hands around her slender waist, pressed my groin into her gorgeous ass, and kissed the top of her head before nuzzling her neck. At five-two she was the definition of petite; my little nymph.

"Morning, Sexy," I murmured as she pressed her ass back against me, tilting her head to give me access to her neck. I inhaled the familiar and intensely attractive scent of Sara.

"Mmmm. Morning, Stud."

One of my hands felt for the bottom of her t-shirt, planning to slip up and caress Sara's lovely breasts, the other started feeling for the waist of her sweats, planning a trip south to grope her pantied crotch. As I bent nuzzling my wife's neck, giggles from behind stopped my planned journey of fondling.

"So," I said, backing away from Sara and reaching for a mug, hoping my partial erection was unnoticeable. "What are you two imps planning to do today?" I asked the twins, grinning at Sara's light blush as she bent back to washing the pot. I spotted her turgid nipples poking the soft cotton T-shirt. It made me grin, no bra for sure. The memory of those nipples in my mouth threatened to bring on a full erection.

I poured coffee to a chorus of "Movies, Daddy!" and, "Mom's taking us to the movies."

"Is she now?"

Traci piped up. "Yeah. We're gonna see 'Mars Needs Moms' today."

"Well aren't you two lucky." I leaned in to Sara as she rinsed the pot under the tap, asking in an undertone, "I'm not expected to go, am I?" I loved my girls, but there were limits.

Sara glanced up at me, giving me a sneaky smile, her hands now reaching for a dirty frying pan. "Nope. You've got chores," she said, nodding towards the fridge.

An inspection of the refrigerator door revealed my list of chores; mow the lawn, vacuum the pool, put up a shelf in the pantry, fix the garage door. I grinned when I saw at the bottom of the list, the last item, 'Have a beer'. Jeez I loved my wife.

"Can I do the grocery shopping, too?" I asked trying to be helpful and feeling thankful I wouldn't be subjected to a horrendous film. Three peals of laughter were answer enough.

A little while later I heard Sara calling me over the roar of the lawn mower. I shut it down, the engine sputtering into silence, my ears ringing.

"We're off, Jim. See you around five." She waved and disappeared back inside our house.

I stared at her butt as she disappeared. With a sigh, my mind turned to chores, planning the sequence of attack. I wasn't relishing fixing the garage side door. Warped frames were not fun. With a grin, I decided I'd need a tool to fix it. Maybe a router, or that new ratchet set that had sparkled at me temptingly last time I was in Home Depot. It had looked so shiny and new and so lonely. With all the work I did around the house, maybe I should consider a selection of compressed-air powered tools, I mused. Hmmm. Perhaps just the ratchet set to start.

With my mind happily preoccupied with how to use a ratchet set on a door frame and justify my purchase, or perhaps use it in some way to vacuum the pool, I returned to mowing the lawn. I rather liked the linear lines of fresh cut grass. I wondered whether sweeping curves would look better. Huh. Let's find out.

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Sara looked in the rear view mirror, Traci and Kats both with their heads bent, whispering together. She wondered whether to bring up last night's peeking now or over lunch. She didn't mind them seeing her and Jim. Society was a bit bipolar on the subject of sex; don't show, just explain, but never graphically. Make sure your kids have a sexual education, but don't encourage sexual thoughts. Explain about STD's, but don't encourage safe sex. Teach them, but only when they're old enough, eighteen and about to be married according to the conservative Catholics and Evangelical traditionalists.

Sara thought it all a bunch of rubbish. Like violence in movies and on TV, the answer was not to shield them, but talk, teach them the difference between fantasy and reality. Sex was the same in her mind. When they expressed an interest, she'd always planned on telling them the truth. Information was enabling, ignorance was shackles, especially for girls. The twins had seen her naked and, occasionally their father naked, too. But, seeing her and Jim having sex was new. At least she thought it was new. Was it?

Lunch, she decided. She'd find a quiet corner and have a chat. Somehow, the thought of asking Jim to have a talk about sex with the girls made her giggle. He'd hum and haw, clear his throat a few times, fidget in his seat, frown, mention boys in passing, 'Don't let them near you', nod to himself in satisfaction and declare 'lesson over, girls'. He was such a loveable dope. He had no idea how attractive his gentle nature was.

With a smile, Sara took the girls shopping, acting as referee, guidance councillor, and Gunnery Sergeant to the twins' antics.

Ruby Tuesday's was a family restaurant, a sixties diner-style burgers and fries joint where one could easily drown in the tall, thick milk-shakes, gain pounds just from reading the menu, and suffer politeness burns from effervescent teen waitresses strutting their newly sprouted sensual physiques in very short uniforms. It was a bit early for lunch, only a few patrons, but the movie was an early afternoon matinée.

"Okay, girls," Sara started once their order had been cheerfully taken with an 'I'll be right back with your drinks.' "What gives?" She asked the twins.

Two pairs of innocent eyes peered back at her from across the table, angelic expressions pretending incomprehension at the simple question. Who? Us?

"Gives what?" Traci asked, sweet eyes widening.

Sara, after a bit of a struggle, kept a straight face. "Last night. I distinctly saw two sets of eyes invading your father's and my privacy." At least Kats had the decency to blush slightly, Sara thought.

"Oh. That," Traci said.

"Yes. That. And?"

Kats spoke up, "We had to go to the bathroom."

Sara held back a smile. "Both of you? At the same time?"

"Uh-huh," two blonds nodded in unison.

"I see. But, the bathroom is in the other direction. Just how did you end up looking into our bedroom?"

Kats glanced at her sister with a questioning expression. Traci looked startled that they hadn't anticipated the question. Two impish faces turned to their mother, shoulders shrugged, chagrined expressions emerging. "Dunno."

Sara couldn't hold back her smile. They were too cute for words. Besides, she remembered how intensely curious about sex she'd been at their age. Last night was her fault. She and Jim had forgotten to close the door as they'd groped each other, tumbling towards the bed as clothes were shed in a flurry of need. He had been away most of the week, after all.

"Okay," she said. "You know it was wrong, don't you?"

Both nodded.

"You know what we were doing?"

"Having sex," Kats stated. Traci nodded in agreement.

"Do you have any questions about sex?" Sara asked in a soft, low voice.

She fully expected a storm of questions to be thrown at her, questions about the mechanics of sex. But they surprised her.

"Why doesn't sex feel good?" Kats asked.

"Why would you ask that, Kats?"

"Cuz it looked like you and Dad were in pain. You weren't smiling at all."

Traci jumped in. "You looked like you were hurting, Mom. Were you? Was Dad hurting you?"

Sara paused. She'd never really considered how she looked when she was climaxing. Maybe it did look like she was in pain. Didn't they call an orgasm 'le petite mort'? She'd have to ask Jim how she looked, she decided.

"Girls, I was feeling very, very good." She lowered her voice slightly, "You both masturbate, don't you?"

"Mom!" Traci gasped, looking around to see if anyone heard. Kats turned beet red.

"Hmm. I gather you do," Sara said. Leaning forward, she asked quietly, "Have you looked at your face when you climax? You do climax I assume."

"Mom!" they both gasped in unison.

"Oh honestly girls. Everyone masturbates. Stop being so sensitive about it. Really! You'd think you were raised Catholics. You didn't answer me. Have you looked at your faces when you experience an orgasm?"

Traci and Kats looked at each other and turned to Mom. Traci said, "No. My eyes are closed when I feel it."

"I do it in bed," Kats offered.

"Well, you probably look a bit odd, too, when you climax. It's an intense experience."

Sara was quite pleased with the conversation that followed. Both girls asked questions about sex openly, if quietly, in the restaurant, although Kats couldn't help blushing slightly at times, especially when Sara explained semen and male orgasms to them. Most of their questions were what she'd expected. Sara wasn't surprised at their admitting they masturbated. But she was shocked by an exchange that happened while waiting for dessert to arrive. She'd been reassuring them that masturbation, when done in private, was quite normal and encouraged them to explore their sexuality. Somehow the subject of fantasy arose, attraction and boys the subject.

That's when Traci blurted out, "Kats dreamed of Dad when she did it."

Kats mouth dropped, her face turned beet red. "I DID NOT!" she yelled in denial, drawing the attention of other patrons.

"Yes you did," Traci insisted. "I heard you last night."

"Girls! Stop right now!" Sara instructed forcefully, feeling a bit embarrassed by the scene the twins were making. She needed to quickly dissipate the acrimony that was about to build between the two. "Traci," she said with a stern expression, leaning forward, her voice lowered, "I will NOT accept either of you tattling on each other, is that clear? What your sister does or doesn't do is no one's business. How would you feel if Kats told people about your secret fantasies?" Turning to Kats, she added, "You're entitled to dream about anyone you want to. It doesn't matter to me what you pretend, okay?"

With a partial peace restored, Kats shooting dirty looks at Traci, and Traci studiously avoiding looking at Kats, apple pie and ice cream arrived and distracted them, thank God. But Sara was distant, her mind preoccupied.

It was during the movie that Sara had time to think. Her first reaction when Traci mentioned Kats fantasizing about Jim was mild shock and, being honest, mild disapproval. But a forgotten memory returned. She well remembered spying on her mom and dad as they'd had sex. But she also remembered being angry at Mom for no reason. Now, thinking about it, she realized she'd been jealous. Had she dreamed of Dad when masturbating?

The twins giggled at some scene. Sara absentmindedly passed her large box of popcorn to them.

"Thanks, Mom. Here, Kats. Mom gave us her popcorn," Traci whispered.

Yes, she had thought of Dad when she was young. He'd been the nearest male figure and, in all honesty, she loved him, a Daddy's girl through and through. She remembered dreaming of him as she diddled herself, so how could she disapprove of Kats doing the same? Jim was amazingly attractive. It wasn't his looks, but his personality. You just wanted to hug him close, snuggle and hang on to him. He seemed to make you feel so special somehow. So why wouldn't Kats feel a draw to her father?

She knew both girls loved Jim. It was evident in how they crawled all over him, fought for his attention, and glowed when noticed. He seemed to be able to make both of them feel they had his undivided attention at the same time. How? She had no idea. But, when they were pestering him, the expression of pure joy on his face was something to behold. He clearly loved them as much as she did.

Thinking of Jim, so considerate, such a good father, so lovable and sexy, Sara began to get horny again, fidgeting in her seat as she felt blood flow down to her pussy. She wondered what Jim would want; tonight was his choice. It had sort of developed when they realized how sexually compatible they were together. They started taking turns picking how they'd make love. Sometimes it became incredibly raunchy, especially before the twins were born. Now, their adventurousness was limited to the bedroom and only broke out into a wild night when the twins went for a sleepover somewhere; a rare occurrence.

As the movie played, Sara blissfully ignored it, ruminating on how lucky she was. She liked writing romance novels. She was proud of her success, too. In fact, Jim really didn't have to work if he didn't want to, her income more than enough for them both. But Jim loved his architecture. If he didn't work, he'd still design. And when he went to a job site with those tight jeans, firm butt, and hard hat, mmm, yummy. Sara felt another twinge of arousal. She daydreamed; Jim carrying her onto a construction site over his shoulder as she wriggled to get loose, him growling at her with need, fondling her butt as he walked, laying her on the unfinished plywood floor and reaching for his belt, his erection starkly outlined in denim, his gorgeous blue eyes intense with need.

Sara chucked. She was writing again. Oh well.

So. . . Jim would stare at her with those eyes, a frown on his handsome face, day-old stubble darkening his angular jaw. She'd be able to hear workers still moving about. As she lay on the floor, a flush of excitement would pulse through her. God, the workers might see them having sex! Imagine!

Sara felt her nipples pucker and inhaled sharply. She remembered a pair of bright emerald green eyes and another of deep blue watching her as she was being taken from behind, and she felt a hard, hard jolt of arousal at the memory. Jesus! Was she an exhibitionist?

She'd never had that thrill before. Sure, sex in the living room with the curtains open and the possibility of being seen was exciting, or in the pool with the potential for neighbors to see. Yet, she'd known they were pretty private. She liked displaying herself for Jim, not shy in the least about her body. Besides, he would almost always drool at her when she was naked, sending shivers of pleasure through her. She loved how he lusted after her body.

Sara was distracted as the movie ended. The memory of both girls watching her having sex with Jim was intensely exciting. It preyed on her mind. She took the girls shopping for groceries and, by five-thirty, was back home, tired and horny.

She almost swooned when, on opening the front door, a waft of bolognaise aroma filled her nose. Jesus, Jim had cooked!

"Girls!" she said sternly when they both made a break for the kitchen. "Groceries," she said, pointing back to the Toyota Camry.

"Aw, Mom," Traci moaned.

"We're tired," Kats added, despite having just shown a remarkable burst of speed when they'd smelled dinner.

"Fetch the groceries."

Sara carried her armful of shopping into the kitchen, dumped it on the floor with a sigh and grinned at the sight of Jim, apron on, seemingly every pot and pan used, empty cans of tomatoes and tomato paste on the counter and utensils littered around. He was red-stained, messy, grinning at her with two glasses of red wine in his hands, a look of pride on his face, and utterly, utterly sexy as hell, his bright blue eyes twinkling at her. Her heart skipped. He had no concept of how attractive he was. It made him even more desirable, she thought, not for the first time.

"Dinner's made," I said, holding up two glasses of wine. Sara seemed a bit bedraggled. I wasn't surprised; the twins could have that effect. Sort of like a pair of tornadoes twirling around you in opposite directions, confusing and bewildering you. "Wine?" I offered, holding out a glass of intense, rich Amarone.

"Jesus, Jim. You're a life saver. I think I'll keep you," Sara said with smile, taking the wine with one hand, slipping her arm around his trim waist to hug him, and taking a sip of the intense red with a sigh.

Kats and Traci stormed into the kitchen with grocery bags in hand. They both came to a sudden halt.

"Jeez, Dad. What happened?" Kats asked, her eyes taking in the chaos.

Traci turned to Kats. "He cooked again, twit. Can't you smell the sauce?"

Kats stared at her sister. "Yeah, I know. But. . . the mess?"

"It's Dad you're talking about," Traci insisted with a grin.

"Okay, girls, enough of that," Sara said.

She gave me a gentle shove. "Go away, Honey. I'll clean up before we eat."

"Nope. I made the mess, I'll clean it up," I stated with authority, although, upon inspecting the damage I winced at the challenge. How exactly had I used so many dishes and implements?

Sara suggested we both do it and, with some reluctant grumblings, Kats and Traci joined in. Before I knew it, the house was filled with chatter, laughs, water being flicked from fingers, girls screaming, "not nice, Daddy," and Sara grinning at me. Her grin faded into a delightful frown when I pinched her gorgeous bottom, the girls roaring in laughter until I went after their bums too, squeals of excitement echoing through the kitchen as they scrambled away around the kitchen table.

Dinner was a hit; the after dinner movie a chance for everyone to cuddle on the couch after some arguments over which daughter would sit next to me, the disagreement resolved when they settled to either side forcing their mother to move. I was a remarkably happy man.

"Oh. Sara? Did I mention I bought a new ratchet set?" I asked.

"What for?" Sara asked without looking away from the TV.

"Well, to fix the garage door. You see by . . ."

Sara interrupted my rehearsed excuse. "No. Don't tell me. I don't want to know," she said with a sigh and a smile, her hand rubbing my shoulder lightly with familiarity and love.

Kats leaned forward to look around Dad. "Dad's tool crazy, Mom," she offered helpfully with a grin before turning back to the TV.

Kats settled back, pulling Dad's arm around her, her mind on last night. She felt that tickle of horniness as she remembered diddling herself in bed after seeing Dad and Mom having sex. Dad's erection had surprised her. It was the first time she'd seen it, though not the first time she'd thought of it. It was much bigger than she'd imagined and the way it seemed to pulse and spurt was thrilling. Last night, as she diddled herself, she'd imagined it was Dad caressing her pussy, his finger tickling and teasing her little button of pleasure. She'd imagined it was Dad whispering how he wanted her, wanted to make love to her. She'd climaxed, calling out 'Daddy' involuntarily in a loud whisper when she'd imagined Dad gently pulling her against him, his erection pulsing between her legs, spurting just like she'd seen it do. Sitting next to him now, with his big hand on her tummy, she wondered what he'd do if she pushed it down so he'd touch her there, between her legs where she ached. Kats grinned. Jeez she was naughty.

Traci wasn't following the movie. She didn't really care. She'd been unable to get an image out of mind. It had popped in when Dad put his arm around her. His arm was large and heavy, his warm hand resting on her forearm. She could smell Dad, too; a spicy scent. He felt so big next to her. Those things had made her think about Kats, about Kats pretending it was Dad touching her. Traci felt a tickle of arousal at the thought. Slowly she moved Dad's hand from her forearm to her tummy and chest, thrilled as she pretended Dad was caressing her nipples. She squeezed her legs together, a delicious pulse of pleasure hitting her pussy. Grinning at the naughtiness of her actions and the thrill, she decided Kats had something here. Maybe she'd apologize.

Sara was horny. She could feel it, her pussy gently pulsing and labia feeling thick and swollen. She could feel the slight damp spot in her panties where she'd leaked and wished the movie would end so she could jump Jim's bones and get some relief. Why did seeing her husband with a look of pure pleasure as he held his girls to his side stir such attraction in her? Why did seeing how good Jim was to the girls make him so sexy? So loveable?

She let her mind drift back to Kats and Traci spying on her and Jim making love. A sharp jab of arousal made her clench her thighs. Jeez, she was horny. Why did she find the concept of her girls watching her and their father so, so exciting? Sara was confused by an aspect to her sexuality she'd never suspected, and somewhat afraid of, too. Would Jim be afraid if he was in the same situation? Oh God, would Jim find it as exciting? A huge throb of arousal hit her, pussy clenching and leaking as she squeezed her thighs hard.

And then a mental image popped into mind that shook her to her core.

"Uh, I'm going to take a bath, guys," she said, rising from the couch.

"Kay," Kats said, not even bothering to turn her head.

Sara left them. Jim had just smiled at her, a smile of pride as he hugged his daughters. Jeez, seeing his adoration of Traci and Kats just made him so desirable! She felt her labia rubbing together as she climbed the stairs and headed to the bedroom. As water filled the bathtub, Sara stripped. She noticed the large wet spot in the gusset of her pale pink panties when she tugged them down her legs, air feeling cool against her moist pussy. God, I need a good fuck, she thought. Slipping into the bath with a sigh, hot water enveloping her body, she lay back and closed her eyes, the tap just dribbling hot water into the tub to hold the temperature at a mild burn level. Steam filled the bathroom.

She didn't understand where this weird exhibitionist streak had come from. She analyzed it and discovered something fascinating. When she imagined strangers actually seeing her and Jim screwing, not just the possibility of being seen but actually being watched, she shuddered and embarrassment flushed through her. Sara realized she wasn't an exhibitionist, not really, not in the truest sense of the word. The risk of being seen was titillating, but that was all. So why then did the idea of the girls seeing her making love to Jim excite her so much? She didn't understand, but it did excite her, hugely. Was it because it was family? Because she knew the girls so well? Or, because it reminded her of peeking in on her parents?

And, with a groan, Sara remembered the mental image she'd had downstairs. It was terrible, awful. Her pussy clenched at the memory. She had an image of Kats and Traci climbing into her bed as she and Jim were making love, one each side of them, smiling, excited. Sara reached down to cup her aching pussy in the warm water. She felt her thick pubic bush. Out of nowhere she wondered if Jim would like her bare, shaved. Where had that come from? Her nipples puckered, small breasts feeling heavy. Would Jim like a bare pubis? Would it turn him on? She'd never shaved, but. . .

Sara caressed her clit with one hand, an aching nipple with the other. Her eyes closed. As she imagined Traci and Kats slipping into bed, Jim stroking into her, his glorious erection stretching her pussy with the tip bumping into her cervix, and twinges of sexual pain making her nipples ache. She imagined Traci nestling up to her, watching her and Jim make love. She imagined Jim leaning over and gently kissing Kats on her small mouth while thrusting into her. Closing her eyes, strumming her clit, water sloshing slightly, Sara imagined Jim moaning into Kats mouth and feeling his wonderful erection swelling inside her. She pictured Traci's excited blue eyes and a small hand tentatively touch Sara's breast. Then she saw Jim's tongue pressing at Kats' mouth, Kats opening her mouth for her daddy. Sara's body jerked, water sloshing over the side of the tub as she climaxed spontaneously, hard, hard. Her pussy clenched, legs slamming together around her stroking hand. Pleasure charged through her, her climax sudden, intense and overwhelming, so strong, bliss, bliss. And, as she crested and the waves of ecstasy ebbed, she still felt horny, aching, wanting Jim, needing him, the lingering image of her husband kissing his little girl on the lips haunting her.

I heard Sara clattering around in the kitchen as the movie came to an end. I liked Six Days Seven Nights. I really enjoyed the relationship and chemistry of Harrison and Anne. The end was a bit sappy, but, Hell, it's a romance; yeah, I'm a sap.

Having Traci and Kats snuggled to my side through the movie filled me with joy. God I loved my girls. Although they seemed antsy, constantly shifting and pressing close. Oh well. What more could a proud father want? Two daughters who liked being with him? A veritable luxury.

"Okay, girls," I said with a hug. "Time for bed."

"Aw, Dad. It's still early," Traci complained.

"Let's watch another movie, Dad," Kats added, "It's only Saturday!"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sara appear in the doorway, wrapped in a long, thick, white terry bathrobe, her hair darkened with dampness and looking spectacularly sexy in a cuddly, gorgeous, petite sort of way. I reacted, my cock twitching. When she grinned at me, my heart and cock reacted rather strongly. Damn she was gorgeous.

"What do you think, Honey?" I asked.

"Let them watch another movie, Jim. But, I'm going to bed. I'm feeling a bit. . . you know." She smiled, softly, suggestively.

I was no dummy. I saw that smolder in her alluring green eyes; that look that talked to my penis every time. "Okay, girls, one movie then bed," I instructed, extricating myself from them and standing.

"Kay," they both chimed.

I wondered why they were both smirking. Did they know what Sara and I were planning on doing? Nah. Maybe they were planning on getting into trouble. "Behave yourselves," I admonished with an attempted frown before following Sara out the door.

It was late, dark outside, yet Sara insisted we keep the bedside table lamp on. It cast a low light through our bedroom, not strong enough to penetrate the corners. I wondered why she insisted I strip and lay on the bed, head propped up on pillows. My erection had subsided slightly as I undressed.

My gorgeous wife stood a few feet away from the end of the bed, still wrapped up in her big, white bathrobe. She smiled, giving me one of those 'I'm feeling naughty' smiles, my favorite. My penis twitched as I grinned.

"I have a surprise, Jim," she said softly, her hands toying with the bathrobe belt. "Can you guess what it is, Honey?"

Hmmm. What could it be? I hoped she hadn't gone and pierced anything, she knew I didn't find body piercing attractive. Maybe a tattoo? A little teddy bear on her delectable rump? That would fun. I'd definitely have to kiss it.

"Did you get a tattoo? Maybe of a teddy bear? Right on your behind?"

"Jesus, Jim," Sara laughed, "Just when did you decide you liked tattoos?"

"I don't. But a tiny little teddy bear on your sexy bum sounds so erotic for some reason, don't you think?"

"That would turn you on?" she asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yup. Well, kissing it would. And, a little teddy bear on a cute tush? What's not to like?"

"Well, it's not that."

She gave me that sexy look again, the smoldering look that made blood flow south. The bathrobe dropped over her shoulders and fell to the floor with a soft whoosh. I was riveted. My erection came storming back. Sara had shaved her pussy, something she'd never done before. I loved her pubic bush, always had. Yet, as she stood with one knee bent, an expectant expression on her pretty face, I couldn't help but gasp. "Jesus, Sara!"

My wife was what people called petite. She was blessed with small breasts that had remained firm and upright through childbirth and breast feeding. Because of her dedication to running almost every day, she maintained a sensual slenderness to her body. I absolutely loved how she felt in my arms, so petite and delicate, yet all woman.

But my heart was thudding loudly as I stared. My erection was pulsing, gently bobbing up off my stomach as I studied her. I might have groaned. Sara looked like she was fifteen, or fourteen, or even younger! With her hairless pussy she was. . .

"That's illegal," I said. "I'm gonna be arrested just for looking at you."

"So you like it?" Sara asked.

She'd watched Jim carefully. His magnetic blue eyes had grown large as she revealed herself. She wondered at the flush that spread to his cheeks, an extremely rare event. But, for whatever reason, she felt a surge of arousal when she saw his cock grow and strain up from his stomach. His eyes burned with appreciation and raw hunger. Sara knew she almost looked like an immature girl. She'd studied herself in the mirror after shaving her pubes and seen a child with boobs. Her slender hips only added to the illusion. But what fascinated her was her pussy. Without pubic hair, it looked almost prepubescent. Her cleft was tightly closed, inner labia not showing. Without pubic hair, her pussy looked bigger, rounder, fuller. Her vulva was so obvious between the gap at the top of her slim legs. When she saw how she looked in the mirror, she'd suddenly regretted shaving, afraid Jim would find the youthful appearance a turn-off. He was so traditional in some things.

But, standing at the end of the bed and seeing his erection straining, bobbing up and down, thick, long, and as hard as she'd ever seen it, it gave her pause. Did Jim find it attractive? A flush of arousal hit her when he groaned and spoke. He liked it!

"Jesus, Sara. I'm going to Hell. You look. . . You look. . ."

I couldn't finish the sentence. By shaving her pubes, with her petite stature, she looked so damn desirable. It appealed to me. It appealed to a deep, dark secret, one I'd never told a soul, not even my wife; a secret kept under tight control, locked and buried deep. I liked young girls. I always had, for as long as I could remember. I found them sexually exciting. I found immaturity and innocence erotic, alluring, arousing. I'd known ever since beginning puberty what I was, and I'd buried the shame deep, keeping it under tight control. It had affected my definition of beauty, of erotic, of sexy; the reason I found Sara so appealing. And, man she looked so young, so immature, so damn desirable. . . far too close to my dark secret.

Sara smiled and started crawling onto the bed. She had a secret that excited her. She'd left the bedroom door ajar. She wondered if she'd have an audience, her nipples aching at the thought.

Downstairs Traci and Kats were chatting in low voices while they ignored the movie playing on the TV.

"I'm sorry, Kats," Traci said. "I shouldn't have told Mom about you pretending it was Dad touching you."

"S'okay," Kats replied. "Mom said it didn't matter."

"Would you really like it? You know, to have Dad touch you?" Traci asked.

"Uh-huh. Dad's like big and cuddly. He's like a big teddy bear and when he looks at me, I feel like something melts inside me," Kats whispered. She looked at her sister. "He's handsome, too. Wouldn't you like it?"

"I dunno." Traci thought about it. She wondered what it would feel like to have someone else rub her pussy. Maybe Dad. She imagined Dad laying next to her in bed, leaning over her, his hand caressing her tummy, slowly inching lower towards her panties as he told her how pretty she was, how much he loved her. She shivered as she imagined his fingertips slipping along the elastic waist of her panties. She'd suck in her tummy to give him room, maybe he'd bend and kiss her as his hand slipped. . .

"Do you think they're doing it? Having sex?" Kats interrupted.

"Huh?"

"Do you think Mom and Dad are doing it? Having sex?" Kats repeated.

"Yeah. And yeah," Traci said, the glowing warmth of arousal making her fidget on the couch.

"Yeah what?"

"Yeah," she whispered, "I think they're doing it. And yeah, I think it'd be nice to have Dad touching me, too." Traci shivered slightly, imagining Dad's fingers slipping under her panties as she pulled in her tummy, his warm touch, gentle, fingers caressing, sexy blue eyes looking at her deeply, a soft warm smile on those sexy lips.

She thought back to last night, seeing Dad's erection spurting onto Mom's bum and another tingle of arousal made her squirm on the couch. "Do you think they left their door open again?" she asked Kats.

"Maybe," Kats replied. "Wanna go see?"

"Should we?"

"Mom didn't say not to," Kats reasoned with a grin.

In the bedroom, Sara saw Jim blush harder as she slowly crawled up the bed. She'd rarely if ever seen him blush. "What's wrong?"

I felt the heat of embarrassment flush though me. My face burned. Sara looked so young, like a barely adolescent girl as she crawled on hands and knees onto the bed, her gorgeous petite breasts almost conical, topped by dark pink areolae and plump nipples that reminded me of the suction cupped tips of an old childhood bow and arrow set. She looked like pure jailbait and I'd felt a surge of desire, a deep, deep thrill.

"Jeez, Sara," I said, still more turned on than I could ever remember being. "You look so. . . sexy!"

Sara smiled. "Thanks, Sweetheart."

"No. I mean. . . Jesus, Honey, you look like a teenage girl, or even younger and I'm getting turned on. I shouldn't but I am," I said in an automatic, self-protective response.

Sara paused, on all fours halfway up Jim's body. She glanced at his straining, pulsing erection, thick with excitement, a small thrill shaking her. She looked at his handsome face and he seemed so embarrassed still. "So," she said gently, quietly, "it excites you to think of sex with a young girl?"

"Yes. NO!" I felt a wave of panic, my erection flagging. Jesus, my deepest secret was close to being revealed!

Sara saw panic in her husband's startlingly blue eyes. It surprised her. What was he so fearful of? And then, staring into his eyes, she knew. She knew. She was as sure of it as she was of his love for her. Youth sexually excited him. But, didn't teen girls excite all men? Unless. . . How young? Who? Pubescent girls? Did Jim find very young girls sexually attractive? Girls with no pubic hair? Immature girls? Prepubescent girls? Girls as young as Traci and Kats?

A shiver passed through her body.

My erection began to wane as terror struck. I could see it in my wife's eyes. She knew! Oh God, she knew! I trembled from a wave of fear, an icy chill. I watched the smile fade on her gorgeous face, her green eyes gaining intensity, as if they were lasers baring my soul. I saw my marriage collapsing, my world disintegrating as she stared at the truth of me.

"Sara. Please! I'm so. . ."

Sara quieted me with a finger to my lips.

And then something strange happened. Sara smiled. Sara smiled! She climbed over me, straddling my prone body, her head bending down, small breasts touching my chest. Sara whispered in my ear, gently, very, very softly, "Me, too, Honey. It excites me, too."

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her down onto me, holding tight as if she was a lifesaver, because she was.

Sara had seen the terror in Jim's soft eyes and it had shaken her. She'd never seen Jim scared. She wondered what it must be like to carry a dark secret like that all your life. Yet, he was such a good man, such a caring and attentive father; a wonderful husband. Somehow she was absolutely convinced he'd never crossed a line with Traci and Kats, or with anyone, for that matter.

So he had a kink. Apparently, judging by the way her nipples ached, so did she.

Sara undulated on top of him, his body feeling so good under her. Rubbing the mound of her pussy on Jim's cock, Sara sighed to herself when she felt him lengthen, grow, thicken, his beautiful erection returning, his gorgeous blue eyes beginning to burn with arousal. Slipping off his body to the side she reached out and gently wrapped her hand around it, so thick, so sexy, a shiver of pleasure passing through her at how warm and hefty it was. Damn she loved it.

"Baby, you're so big," she said with a smile, shuffling down and bending to kiss the tip. His moan pleased her no end. But the reaction she was seeking, the reaction she loved so much, the sign that she turned her husband on came as she gently squeezed his rock-hard erection, a bead of clear precum oozing out of the tip.

She moaned quietly as she bent to kiss that bead, warm and silky, slippery and tasteless against her lips. Then she slowly opened her mouth and engulfed his crown. She could feel it pulsing, filling her mouth beautifully. Sara wondered if the girls were watching and a sharp jab of excitement charged from her pussy to her breasts. Her nipples ached, breasts feeling heavy, needing Jim's touch, his familiar caress. Surreptitiously she turned her head, her mouth full of Jim's cock. She stroked it slowly to distract him and peeked into the mirror that reflected the bedroom door.

A deep, deep shudder hit her. She felt moisture slip from her pussy. In the mirror, a pair of emerald green eyes watched, accompanied by a pair of deep blue eyes. Why did it excite her so much? She decided she didn't care as she slipped Jim's cock from her mouth and moved up over him, swinging her leg across him.

Sara almost made my eyes cross as she sucked my cock. The squeeze she gave the shaft made me throb and ache. But seeing her climb up over me, her slender body, her hairless pussy, and her small firm breasts all made it seem like I was a teenager again; that delicious thrill of sex with a young juicy teenage girl, the intense arousal at seeing a girl's body for the first time.

As she straddled my hips, holding my shaft with one hand, she glanced up at me, smiled a sexy, sexy smile, and slipped my crown along her bare cleft. Jesus, it looked like I was about to fuck a twelve year old, her pussy so smooth, so hairless. Shudders shook me as the silky warmth of Sara's labia parted to hug the tip of my erection. I left a trail of precum in her cleft then felt warm moisture, the tip nestled to her vagina.

"Jeez, you're so hard, Jim," Sara murmured, her body trembling. Her first urge was to slam her pussy down, shove Jim's erection deep, have his glorious erection pound into the ache she felt deep inside. But a charge of pure lust tore through her when she remembered she had an audience, a young audience, Oh God, her girls were watching!

She pressed down slowly. "So good," she whispered, loud enough for the girls to hear. A tremor of arousal shook her again. "You feel so good." She felt Jim's crown slowly, slowly oozing into her entrance, stretching her beautifully. Almost shaking now, she tightened her pussy, clenching to make herself tighter. She pushed down, Jim's erection stretching her pussy, stretching to the point of pain. Sara gasped when his large crown popped in. Jim groaned and reached out to grip her waist.

"So big, Honey," Sara said softly. "Is it good? Do I feel good? Do you like me hairless?" Sara whispered even more quietly, "Does it make you think of the girls?"

She felt him swell, heard him groan, and, with a sigh of pure pleasure, Sara sank on his erection, felt the crown burrow deep, spreading her inside as it pushed deeper and deeper, getting closer to the ache. A blinding flash of pleasure hit when her buttocks rested on his groin, her clit rubbing against his pubic hair.

She shuddered when he swelled inside her, his tip pressed to her cervix, so deep. Rising, one hand holding herself up, the other squeezing her aching breast, she felt emptiness in her pussy as Jim's thick erection slipped out. Sara slammed down, a pulse of exquisite pain hitting her when his crown thumped into her deepest part.

"Yesss, beautiful, Honey," she moaned and did it again.

Her world narrowed. All she felt was the incredible, incredible fullness of Jim's amazing cock, the stabs of pleasure every time her clit pounded into his groin, the exquisite pain of his crown hitting her end. Her world narrowed, need building, an urge, pressure. She fucked Jim, long strokes, rising, slamming down, pleasure, pleasure. Tweaking her nipples, she remembered two pairs of eyes watching, the thought driving her passion higher.

"God, Jim. You're so good," she moaned. "I love your cock, Baby. Harder, fuck me harder." Leaning down, she kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, moaning as he started fucking her hard, his large hands guiding her hips, setting a faster pace.

Out of nowhere she remembered Traci's comment; Kats pretending it was her Dad touching her pussy as she masturbated. Sara felt her pussy clench around Jim's hard thrusting cock. Would she have liked her dad to touch her? She tried to picture herself with Dad, alone in her bed, sitting astride Dad, Dad making love to her, not Mom; Dad whispering how much he loved her, having sex with Dad, making Dad feel good. She imagined Jim's erection was Dad's, thrusting into her, fucking her, fucking her, Oh God, Daddy fucking me!

Sara gasped, collapsing on Jim, her pussy cramped, legs thrusting out, rigid as she shoved her pussy down on Jim's erection. Her climax crashed over her. "Cumming Daddy!" she gasped involuntarily, her arms desperately hugging Jim, humping his beautiful erection, cumming hard, cumming for you, Daddy.

I came spontaneously. My erection swelled and semen charged up my aching shaft to explode into Sara's clenching pussy. Pleasure, like a sudden summer storm, crashed violently through me, her gasp thundering into me. I growled, grabbed her compact ass, withdrew and shoved myself deep, banging against her cervix as I exploded again, cum spurting, deep, deep, warmth bathing my crown as a massive wave of pleasure hit. "Oh Jesus!" I gasped. Another surge took control. I strained as I exploded again, deep, deep inside Sara. The dam opened. With short desperate thrusts, holding her rear tight, I fucked Sara hard, cumming wildly into my wife, thrusting and spurting in an intensely pleasurable orgasm, my ears ringing, heart pounding, straining to deposit every last bit of cum in her incredible pussy.

Sara was the first to move. She groaned as she pulled her pussy off my cock. A flood of warm semen dripped onto my groin as she slipped to my side.

"Wow. That was intense," she said. In the mirror she saw the bedroom door close quietly. She smiled.

I couldn't think straight, my heart was still pounding from one of the most intense orgasms I could remember. I should have been blissfully relaxed, bathing in a post-orgasmic glow. I should have been cuddling with Sara, nuzzling into her and letting sexually exhausted sleep creep in. But I wasn't.

I couldn't.

A gasp was echoing through my head over and over; "Cumming, Daddy," played endlessly. Even now, even sexually drained, I felt a tug inside me for some reason. I wondered, had Sara had sex with her father? Did she just let a secret escape? I wanted to ask. But, I didn't want to know, either. I found the concept unsettling. I should have been horrified. I should have been shocked at the idea alone. I should have.

But I wasn't, the memory of spontaneously climaxing when I heard Sara gasp it was strong. I'd reacted viscerally to it. It had been uncontrollable. That was a shock. What was even more shocking was, in the post-orgasmic state I was in, when my sexual hunger should have been at its lowest, I felt a twinge, a hint of excitement at the idea of Sara having an incestuous relationship with her father. Why?

"Should we talk?" I asked in a soft voice.

Sara rolled into my side, her knee slipping over my thigh, her chin resting on my chest, bright green eyes looking at me. Man I loved her. So damn sexy. Her hand caressed my lower stomach, a glint appearing in her eyes.

"Did it excite you?" she asked softly.

My gut reaction was to deny, admission being too dangerous. But she'd seen the truth of me. I knew it. Sara knew.

"Yes," I whispered. "It did."

She smiled. "Me, too."

"Did you ever. . . you know. . . with your father?" I asked as I tried to imagine it, feeling a stab of arousal. Had she? If she did, how old was she when she did?

She studied me, her eyes peering deep into me. She smiled again. "No, Jim. I never did. But, had I been given a chance, would I? Probably. I was a Daddy's girl. He was big and handsome. I loved him more than anyone else in the world when I was growing up."

A shudder shook me.

"Did you ever imagine it? Did you ever pretend?" I asked.

She smiled, a soft smile. "Yes, and I just did again. Didn't you hear me? Does that excite you?"

Her hand slid softly down my stomach.

"Ooh. It does."

I moaned quietly, finding it hard to understand why I was so turned on by the idea of my wife having sex with her father, why incest seemed so alluring, so arousing. Sara's hand gently surrounded my cock. She gave it a small squeeze.

"I actually saw Mom and Dad making love when I was young. I think I was so jealous of Mom. I never knew if Dad saw me spying on them. Oh, does that excite you? Me, a little girl spying on Dad, seeing him naked, having sex?" she asked, feeling my cock swell.

"Yes," I whispered. "It does excite me."

"Well then, my love, I have news for you," Sara whispered, a smile growing, her green eyes gaining intensity. She stared at me, holding my cock. "Traci and Kats have been watching us."

I groaned. My cock swelled. Despite having cum, I became erect, aroused, horny. My girls seeing us?

Sara smiled harder, her hand gently, rhythmically squeezing my erection. "They watched us tonight, Jim. They saw me sucking your cock. They saw us having sex, their daddy screwing their mommy. They watched, Jim. Does that excite you? Would you like to make love again? Are you horny, Baby? Are you horny, Daddy?"

I groaned loudly. Sara giggled and squeezed my erection. "It's big, Daddy."

Too much. Growling, I rolled Sara onto her back, leaning over to kiss her. She dug her knee under me, her hands urging me to mount her, her sexy eyes bright with arousal. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered with a giggle.

Down the hall, Kats sighed and humped her pillow, scrubbing her clit against it. She replayed seeing Mom hunching on top of Dad, his erection sliding in and out, their moans and sighs of pleasure. Hugging the pillow harder, she humped it, her bum flexing under soft cotton panties, Daddy holding her tight, Daddy moaning and sighing with pleasure from her body. She humped harder, pressing her pussy into the pillow, imagining Daddy whispering how much he loved her, how good she felt, how excited he was. Breath puffed out faster. Kats turned her face into the sheets. She imagined Daddy whispering to her, "Gonna cum, Baby, Daddy's gonna cum." Moaning, Kats felt her climax storm into her, a rush of pure pleasure swamping her. Her legs straightened as her body jerked, a pulse of pleasure storming her pussy. Her body jerked again as she squeezed the pillow between her thighs, cumming Daddy, cumming. Eyes squeezed shut, Kats climaxed hard, crying out silently to her daddy, her orgasm washing over her to gently fade away, leaving her breathless, the best cum ever. Without moving, her little heart beating, Kats let herself drift into a beautiful sleep.

Across the room, under the covers, Traci was diddling herself, her hand under her panties, spreading moist arousal on her little clit. For the first time she pictured Dad's face leaning over her as he gently touched her, whispering how sexy she was, how pretty, how much he wanted her. She trembled imagining seeing Mom smile in encouragement, "Go ahead, Traci. Kiss your dad. He wants you."

Traci moaned silently, squeezing her thighs together, beautiful pressure on her pussy. Her fingertip diddled her hard clit faster, her heart speeding up. She could see Daddy lean over her, his smile, his sexy blue eyes. She could see him bend close, whisper, "I need you, Baby, Daddy needs you. You're so pretty, so sexy." She diddled herself faster, fingertip moving side-to-side, hips twitching. She felt it, the beginning of her climax, heaviness in her groin, aches in her nipples. She pictured Daddy's expression, desire and need. She heard him whisper, "You're so beautiful, Traci. I need to make love to you. I want you so much." She saw in her mind Daddy bending, his lips nearing. Her hips hunched rhythmically. She pictured Daddy kissing her gently, heard his moan of desire, felt his tongue touch her lips and, as she imagined opening her mouth to Daddy, his big warm hand holding her pussy, her climax slammed into her, pleasure charging through her, pussy clenching, pelvis arching off the bed, clit aching, bliss, bliss, cumming Daddy, oh, cumming.

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Morning sun warmed the sheet covering me. I didn't want to wake up. Please, just a few minutes more, I pleaded. But the radiant warmth was too much. Groaning in frustration I rolled over. Cracking my eyes open, I cursed the brightness, noticed the bed empty next to me, heard sounds from down stairs, remembered last night, got an erection and then flushed hot with embarrassment. Sara knew!

Had I really been turned on by Sara looking so damn young with her shaved pussy? Had I really cum so damn hard from Sara pretending I was her father? Why? Oh God! Had the twins really seen us making love? Did they hear Sara?

In the harsh light of day, without the soft buffer of arousal fogging rationality, as I let my deep secret peek out, I felt myself slipping into panic. The bedroom door opened and Sara, looking so sexy in her sweats and tee, slipped in, a big, radiant smile greeting me.

"Hey, Big Boy," she said, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, her hand finding and caressing my bare shoulder, intoxicating green eyes shining with love. "Well, last night was exciting, wasn't it?" she asked before bending to kiss my lips gently, her silken hair falling over my face, minty breath wafting over me.

I smiled, combing my fingers through her thick blond hair. I felt a need for confession, to get worry off my shoulder. I felt mildly unsettled, not because of last night and what might have transpired in the heat of passion between us. No. It was a preadolescent looking pussy and "Daddy" whispered in my ear and the impact it had had on me. It was the truth of me, still unspoken, unexplained. "I think we need to talk," I suggested.

"You're right. Of course we should," Sara replied. "I'll go get the girls."

My heart thumped suddenly. "No!" I said, restraining her with a hand on her arm as she made to rise. "I didn't mean that."

"Sweetheart," she said, cupping my face, "don't you think the girls deserve honesty? Something happened last night, Jim. A truth was revealed. I can't deny an aspect of my sexuality appeared that I'd not really been aware of. And," her thumb caressed my unshaven cheek, remarkable green eyes looked at me deeply, a soft smile emerging, "I think I learned something about you, too. Very exciting, Honey."

"Sara, I can't. Not the girls, please. I can't talk about this sort of thing in front of them," I pleaded. It was difficult enough to talk to Sara about it. My heart pounded with fear, embarrassment, and something more, terror? It felt like it. I just couldn't imagine the horror in my girls faces when they found out my secret, that their Daddy liked little girls; that he was a monster underneath.

Sara looked into Jim's eyes and saw true discomfort, a man battling. She sighed to herself. He was a bit of a traditionalist in some things, insisting he hold doors open for her, seat her at a table before sitting himself. She loved that about him. It was a dichotomy to his fervent feminist beliefs, equality of the sexes, and that his girls could and should be able to do anything they wanted in life.

Clearly he wasn't comfortable with what she'd discovered last night, that both she and Jim had a quirk, a side to their sexual fantasies neither had realized.

She bent and kissed his lips gently.

"Okay, Honey. Let's talk about it later. Now, time to get up for breakfast, don't you think?" She gave him a smile and rose. "I'll make breakfast while you shower and dress," she added at the bedroom door.

Entering the kitchen, the twins looked up at her from the table. "So?" Traci asked hopefully.

"Will he?" Kats asked.

"Your father's not there yet. You're both going to have to wait while I work on him."

Traci and Kats faces showed their disappointment.

Sara grinned at them. That morning she'd had a very interesting talk with the girls as Jim slept. Yes, very, very interesting. Sitting at the kitchen table, she'd discussed seeing them last night. She'd been surprised when Traci blushed as she talked about pretending Dad was touching her, just like Kats did. But Kats surprised her even more, her face beet red as she admitted to riding her pillow, pretending she was on top of Dad, "just like you, Mom." Sara's reaction was surprising, even for her. She felt herself getting horny, her nipples aching. She'd clamped her thighs together when a pulse of arousal hit her pussy, her breath catching in her throat as she'd pictured Kats riding Jim. Good God. Imagine that!

Sara had decided to have an open and honest conversation with Jim, both girls present. But his hesitation, his discomfort with this side to his sexuality had prevented it. He seemed fearful. Was it because of how illicit it was? Or, was it because it was his little girls? Sara smiled at Kats and Traci, a plan forming in her mind.

"Okay girls, here's what we're going to do." Soft voices, giggles and laughter filled the kitchen.

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